Dragon poem

In the sky a dragon flies above,
elegantly,as if it weighs nothing.
Big Bronze they call it, its family
to them, their protecter.
The dragon lands without a sound on the light pavement.
Greeted by many people, but the dragon walks through
the swarming crowd, in search of only one.
His rider.
The rider climbs onto the dragons back
and, with a scuttle of claws, they take off,
into the silvery, gold sky.
Drifting high above,
protecting like they were ment to be.